OFR – Chapter 264 Gathering of goddesses.

Huán Zǐjīn (环紫金) was the most exclusive luxury residential area in Nanjing.

But Rong Qingwen was well aware that within this extravagant and opulent estate, there were very few people willing to spend as lavishly on supercars and luxury watches as that young man just now.

After all, high-end cars and watches were incredibly expensive, and to be honest, they were depreciating assets.

Who would spend seventy to eighty million yuan on two items that only continued to decline in value?

Rong believed that the shrewd businessmen and tycoons residing in the Huán Zǐjīn Villas—who calculated every gain and loss with precision—would not engage in something so obviously thankless and unprofitable.

As for the millions they were willing to spend on their luxurious villas in Huán Zǐjīn, most of them viewed it as an investment with potential for appreciation.

This mindset was completely different from that of the young man earlier.

Perhaps to ordinary people—or even to your typical millionaires, multi-millionaires, or billionaires—the latter’s way of thinking seemed shrewd and completely natural.

But only those who had truly ascended to the highest echelons of wealth and power understood the fundamental difference between the two!

Yes, they all lived in the same top-tier neighborhood of Huán Zǐjīn, but their mindsets were worlds apart.

One group lived to enjoy their wealth; the other lived to invest it.
One wanted a home that could provide the ultimate in comfort and luxury; the other constantly hoped their property would appreciate in value.

Though on the surface the choices appeared similar, in essence, they could not be more different.

Because the gap between them was immense.

“Heh, I’m overthinking this.”

At that moment, Rong Qingwen glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the luxurious Bugatti Veyron disappear from view. His wandering thoughts snapped back into focus. With a faint smile, he drove off.

Meanwhile, the Bugatti Veyron driving into Huán Zǐjīn Villas pulled into a parking space conveniently close to Dongfang Jing’s mansion. Mu Bai stepped out of the car.

In his hand, he held the watch he intended to give as a birthday gift to Mu Xiaoxiao.

Dongfang Jing’s mansion was an exceptionally beautiful, visually striking aerial pavilion—elevated about ten meters above the ground, giving it an ethereal and surreal appearance.

Clearly, Dongfang Jing—famed as the “Queen of the East” in the entertainment world—had a strong appreciation for cutting-edge, artistic architecture.

Mu Bai climbed the staircase leading up to the floating mansion with calm composure.

At the same time, inside the extravagant pavilion were five or six young women, all between their early twenties and thirties. Each of them was strikingly beautiful, with attractiveness and figure ratings no lower than 85 out of 100.

The girls sat together, chatting softly and gracefully.

In today’s society, where beautiful young women were increasingly rare, to see five or six with such high ratings gathered in one place was highly unusual.

In fact, it was said that the last time the black-market “Dragon Hunt” boutique tapped into its entire real-life talent pool, they could only come up with five girls scoring around 80.

Yet here, inside this floating mansion, were five girls scoring 85 and above—each with her own distinct charm.

For those who followed TV dramas, movies, or the entertainment scene, these women would be instantly recognizable—they were none other than top-tier female celebrities from Huayi Entertainment or closely affiliated companies.

Each of them was a goddess-tier star in her own right.

There was Liu Fei’er, known as the “Costume Fairy,”
Li Shishi, dubbed the “Goddess of Elegance,”
the alluring Liu Yan, who captivated the male audience with her sensuality,
and Zhou Xiaoyu, the beloved “Nation’s Sweetheart,” who was just a little older than Mu Xiaoxiao.

These were truly A-list stars of the entertainment industry.

They had come to Dongfang Jing’s mansion to celebrate Mu Xiaoxiao’s birthday.

Unlike some celebrities who, upon achieving fame, immediately started their own companies, Liu Fei’er and Li Shishi remained focused solely on their careers as performers. As such, they enjoyed more freedom and fewer entanglements.

Furthermore, when they were just up-and-coming artists, Huayi Entertainment—under Dongfang Jing’s leadership—had given them considerable support.

So upon hearing that the Queen of the East’s niece was having a birthday, they had all agreed to come and celebrate with her.

With all these stunning, A-list celebrities gathered in one place, it truly was a dazzling sight.

Right now, they were teasing the rising starlet Mu Xiaoxiao with playful banter.

“Wow, just now Sister Jing called and told us someone was coming, and reminded us to look our best. Xiaoxiao, is it your secret boyfriend coming over?” joked Zhou Xiaoyu, the one closest to Mu Xiaoxiao in age. She wrinkled her cute little nose and smiled sweetly.

“Exactly! Hmph, Sister Jing didn’t even trust me. She messaged me on WeChat and told me not to say anything inappropriate or flirt with the guest. Hmph, sob sob sob, I’m not the kind of girl who does that! Being sexy isn’t my fault! Sexy doesn’t mean slutty, and a vixen isn’t a demon!”
Liu Yan, the queen of sensuality in the entertainment world, even let out a childlike “sob sob sob,” mimicking a cute little girl.

Truth be told, even though she was no longer young, Liu Yan’s sudden switch to acting cute—on top of her signature sexiness—was irresistibly alluring, not just to men but to her fellow female celebrities as well.

But of course, in a room full of top actresses, none of them were pushovers when it came to charming performances. After all, none of them earned the title of “Goddess” by accident.

As they joked warmly with Xiaoxiao, all of them were inwardly curious—who was this guest that even the Queen of the East had taken time out of her busy schedule to call about?

As this thought lingered, less than ten seconds passed before the luxurious floating mansion echoed with a crisp doorbell sound.

“Ding-dong!”

At the same time, a nearly 200-inch LCD screen hanging on the southern wall of the pavilion lit up, displaying the visitor who had just rung the doorbell.

The entrance camera had clearly captured the visitor.

The goddesses turned their gaze toward the screen and saw a tall, slender young man standing at the door.

But what surprised them most was the boy’s age—he looked even younger than Mu Xiaoxiao!

He appeared to be just nineteen or twenty.